Ah,
Danny42c, you've just reminded me of an incident at Finningley in the days of the magnificent Tin Triangle.
Perusing the estate from top-tower the SATCO (S/L Harry Dyer) espied a gentleman + 2 Whippets walking in a meaningful way towards the main runway from the narrow road behind the tower.
With the SATCO's encouraging words "to get that
off my airfield", P/O FZ set off in 'Rover' to shift the offending article. As I approached the man another emerged from the boundary hedge, he was huge and carrying some sort of stick ... "mm, tricky" thinks I - what to do?
At this very moment a policeman complete with bike and pointy hat appeared out of nowhere; he had a face as round and as red as an apple with a superstructure to match and a VERY big grin! "May I be of assistance Sir?" said he (you can tell it was a long while ago, can't you!!), "be my guest" says the very relieved P/O.
"Nah then ..." says the erstwhile Constable in a manner that was heavy with doom as he produced his notebook and licked the end of his pencil. I didn't catch the remainder of the conversation (one sided) as the two men, not to forget the Whippets, were very firmly escorted back through the hedge.
Back in ATC I received a 'tick VG' from the boss but I was forced to come clean and report that I had had a little help from CIVPOL.
BTW, I should mention that the fine Constable saluted me on arriving and again as I left (told you it was a long time ago!) ... the first time this P/O had been saluted without a sardonic smile!